As long as we're not doing things in the new world order, let's just add one more thing...

 Age.  I can't begin to express how I feel about the transition women are going through to make getting older acceptable. First of all, I am here for this. I want to be accepted as normal as I get older. I like being alive and I want people not to think I'm almost done being so because I am 57 years old with, gasp, wrinkles! 

 It has become glaringly apparent that women don't know how to do this. 

What We Currently Do

1.  Step, the first: Upload a selfie with the following caption: "THIS IS WHAT [insert your age here] LOOKS LIKE." Preferably, the photo should be shot with a full-length mirror and you wearing some sort of casual athletic apparel and your bestest ever resting bitch face. 
2. Wait for the first of the thousand papercuts to arrive. "You look [a number that is at least a decade more than you have shared you are]"  
3. Repost the whole thing to say, "this is what I was told when I shared my age" 
4. Wait for the "support" team to arrive- "You look fabulous!" followed immediately with their own skin care/self-care/diet/exercise/skin routine/number of hours they've spent virtuously hiding from the sun since they turned 14. This is what I call as the false-support-compliment-bait of shared victimhood in the whole anti-female-aging circus. 

Stop it. Just stop it!!!! 

How you look at any age is HOW YOU LOOK AT THAT AGE!! You don't look good for that age or not good for that age. You don't get do-overs, backsies, or wishful youthful restoration- you get experience and continued life!!! You look just the way you are supposed to look. You are a mix of genetics and choices expressing itself on your outsides as well as your insides. 

My genetics included a bit of an all or nothing in the conventional aging schema. My mother was always youthful- hardly any gray or wrinkles when she passed away in her upper 80's - my dad's mom, early gray hair with a lot of wrinkles on her face. I take after my grandmother; it would seem by my outward appearance. Of course, it could be that I actually have my mother's genes but, I spent much of my teens and 20's and even well into my 30's OUTSIDE in the summer. I love being outside. But I could also be influenced by my paternal grandmother's genes. I don't care either way, but I do have wrinkles. My wrinkles really show up with I laugh or smile because I have always done a lot of laughing and smiling. My face just cracks me up! 

When the old-world ceases and we look for new ways to do shit- let's just agree women get to have lives of experience and maybe even knowledge and adventure. The effects of these experiences and adventures are allowed to show up on our outside as well as maybe, altering the inside, an almost TARDIS like form. Bigger on the inside- experiences grow us in ways we can't imagine- being open to trying new things, new places, meeting new people, all make imprints on our brains, hearts, and bodies. Hopefully bringing a contentment in ourselves that allow us to accept that women are more valuable than they look. 

Let's just sum it all up to say, we agree that we should celebrate the visage of experience and take back the wisdom of age rather than the tautness of youth as what is valued in women. We are sooooo close to getting this- stop fixating on the number- focus on the lived experience. 

I'm also adding that women get to have opinions too.